Chapter 371: Trampling the Sacred Domain!!!
[Deer: Revel! Boil! Trample! Rampage! The feast has begun!!!]
[I want to know if my aptitude transcends this bloodline!]
As countless eyes watched in a mixture of anger and shock, the blue-haired woman in the bathrobe crushed the Scroll Spirit in her hand, her words echoing those of the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer, reverberating throughout the Cold Waterfall Heavenly Gate.
A Scroll Spirit wouldn’t be destroyed so easily. What Gong Lianyue had crushed was her own blessing. She didn’t need the Lost Scroll’s power.
This act stunned everyone, especially the Gong family higher-ups, who were furious. Even if she didn’t want it, why destroy it?
Many now realized the Sorrowful Saintess’s return wasn’t a friendly visit. This involved some… internal conflict within the Gong family.
A Holy Water Body, a Dual Soul Body, a perfect Spirit Master surpassing even the Ice Eye Saintess, and yet she harbored such hostility towards her own family.
But could she really wage war against the entire Gong family…?
Not to mention Huan Chanfei, guarding this realm, and the countless other legendary beings here. What could Gong Lianyue, alone, possibly achieve?
[Gong Lianyue, there seems to be a misunderstanding. We can discuss this later. Please calm down.]
[As I said, that’s not important.]
Gong Lianyue’s expression remained cold and indifferent, her spirit energy, however, scanning the entire Gong family hall, searching.
She had caused such a commotion, and yet Huan Chanfei hadn’t appeared. It seemed she needed to… escalate things…
Meanwhile, the nearby Saintesses nervously watched the blue-haired woman in the bathrobe.
This woman’s aura was even more powerful than the Ice Eye Saintess’s, as if she were surrounded by legendary beings, a level far beyond their own.
“Gong Lianyue, I don’t know what your grudge is against the First Branch, but I suggest you restrain yourself. If things get out of control, you won’t be able to handle the consequences.”
The Cold Pupil Saintess of the Seventh Branch spoke, her voice cold.
With Huan Chanfei guarding this realm, no matter how powerful this woman was, she couldn’t possibly defy a titled legendary being.
Hearing the voice behind her, Gong Lianyue turned, instantly recognizing the familiar aura.
The Seventh Branch’s Cold Pupil Saintess… wasn’t that the one who had caused trouble in the Wind Realm?
Gong Lianyue’s watery, magatama-shaped eyes narrowed, a mocking, almost pitying smile appearing on her lips.
“Is it the Shadowlurking Blade you want?”
“…”
“…”
The moment Gong Lianyue spoke, the Seventh Branch Cold Pupil Saintess’s eyes widened in terror.
Boom!!!!
The next second, her body, as if struck by an invisible force, was sent flying, crashing to the ground several kilometers away.
Screams echoed throughout the venue as the Cold Pupil Saintess, her body battered and bruised, lay at the edge of the arena, held by a massive, ice-armored, crown-wearing elemental being.
And on the Ice Crown Emperor’s protective aura, a massive gash, like a cannonball impact, was clearly visible.
This was the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer’s disintegrating aura, a power Gong Lianyue could unleash with a mere thought, capable of instantly vaporizing a Spirit Master’s defenses.
The Seventh Branch Cold Pupil Saintess, her face pale with terror, was on the verge of death.
That familiar, oppressive aura… she was the ruler of that Sea Region!
How… how dare she come to the Cold Waterfall Heavenly Gate?!
The other guests also stared at the blue-haired woman in the bathrobe, their faces a mix of shock and disbelief.
“She… she attacked…!!”
Attacking someone during the Gong family’s annual gathering… this was no longer a minor incident. No one had expected things to escalate to this point.
This woman was insane, declaring war against the entire Gong family!
[Restrain her, Blood Rainbow Sea Dragon!]
Suddenly, a torrent of blood-red energy erupted from behind Gong Lianyue, engulfing the entire venue.
The Blood Cry Saintess of the Blood Sea Dragon Palace, her crimson robe billowing, unleashed her terrifying aura.
She had come here to challenge the Ice Eye Saintess and claim the Lost Scroll’s spirit, but even with the change in circumstances, her goal remained the same: to prove her strength by defeating them all.
Behind her, a massive, ten-meter-long, blood-red dragon, its scales shimmering, emerged from the void, its terrifying presence shaking the very foundations of the hall.
At the same time, the Ice Eye Saintess’s legendary aura also surged, but it was tinged with fear, as if wanting to flee.
And three more legendary auras erupted from within the Gong family, attempting to control the situation.
Chaos reigned.
Clang—
Suddenly, all the surging legendary auras vanished.
A sudden silence, an eerie stillness.
A single black raindrop, traveling from a distant, nameless realm, fell upon the Cold Waterfall Heavenly Gate, transforming into a pool of dark, still water, impenetrable, its surface undisturbed.
And from within this desolate pool, the hilt of a black, seductive blade emerged.
Bang!
A flick of a moth wing, a severed string.
As a black shadow swept through, a terrifying silence fell.
At this moment, every legendary being within the Gong family’s gathering froze, their movements ceasing.
The Blood Rainbow Sea Dragon, summoned by the Blood Cry Saintess, its massive body cracking, its scales shattering like a broken mirror.
Within the frozen world, two inky black moth wings fluttered gently, a black droplet of water, reaching the end of its path.
The black-bodied Water Element, holding a black demonic blade, stood behind the Seventh Cold Pupil Saintess and the Ice Crown Emperor, and, with a slow, deliberate motion, swallowed the Shadowlurking Blade, Night’s Executioner.
As she commanded, a single strike.
Boom!!!!
The next second, the bodies of several legendary spirit beasts exploded simultaneously, turning the venue into a bloody, gruesome scene.
Bathed in the crimson rain, Gong Lianyue’s teardrop eyes shimmered with sorrow and pity, her blue hair swirling wildly around her, her aura divine, invincible.
[As I said, I will prove that I have transcended this bloodline.]
[The feast has begun. Let’s trample this Sacred Domain.]
